Fetish Poem by jolenish fiber

When it rains on a warm day, i want to write,
when i see something orange, i dive at it;
the smell of coffee gives me a sigh,
if only i could capture all of these simples things
in a bottle and put it in my pocket.
i won't be cranky, i won't be sweet, i'll just be content.
but i will lavish in my obsessions,
take them out when i want.
there's nothing like a well humified cigar on a crisp evening,
watching for the stars to fall...
maybe they'll fall down on me... maybe i won't mind,
maybe it will be my new thing to die of a natural phenomena.
perhaps it is just my favorite things; buttons, bottle caps, pins and laces,
hats and tinctures, and smokey smelling things;
and the taste of rum, a sweet coffee roll, a frozen unsweetened fruit drink;
high heeled shoe that doesn't hurt my feet, an unlost pair of sunglasses;
a stroll in an empty playground, a scruffy old dog with a limp;
the sight of blood, the feeling of oneness, perfect hair days,
the only times when i smile for the sake of doing it,
oh boy, what to do? which one will i choose today?